Paige sat on the outside edge of her bed, a soft sight escaping her tightened pink lips as the events of the past day struck her once more. Her eyes, the color of pure jade, shining and lustful, dropped upon the ground before her as her fingers inched down her body, one pair of hands lightly rubbing against her right breast as the left hand inched down her flat stomach and onto his soft, pink folds hidden under a pair of tight purple panties. "Mmm. Daddy..I want your dick so badly." She moaned in a fit of lust, a spur-of-the-moment sentance that both shocked her and turned her on incredibly, causing her bones to shudder, her heart to race, her juices to flow freely beneath her panties, which themselves were already starting to become rather see-through.
The lust for her father had been going on for years now; So many times now had she brought herself to orgasm over her studly yet conservative shirt-n-tie wearin' down to heart father. He was a man she wanted to marry when she was older; Not somebody like him, but more like an exact clone, down to his scent, that manly yet sweet tone that made her knees week even after 16 years of smelling it. "Daddy!" she replied to herself once more, two fingers sliding almost painfully into her extra-tight pussy, her body writhing against the bed. Now usually the rather quiet Paige was never like this, she was a little bit of a rebel but never a sexual girl, except until her boyfriend had proposed a romantic night at his house, and then flacked and came as soon as his barely four incher touched her folds. She showered when she arrived home, and then noticed her father arriving home from work. When she entered her bedroom she spotted her father, walking naked to the bathroom and in all his glory. Even soft his cock was three times the size of her boyfriends when he was hard, easily.
The lust for her father had been going on for years now; So many times now had she brought herself to orgasm over her studly yet conservative shirt-n-tie wearin' down to heart father. He was a man she wanted to marry when she was older; Not somebody like him, but more like an exact clone, down to his scent, that manly yet sweet tone that made her knees week even after 16 years of smelling it. "Daddy!" she replied to herself once more, two fingers sliding almost painfully into her extra-tight pussy, her body writhing against the bed. Now usually the rather quiet Paige was never like this, she was a little bit of a rebel but never a sexual girl, except until her boyfriend had proposed a romantic night at his house, and then flacked and came as soon as his barely four incher touched her folds. She showered when she arrived home, and then noticed her father arriving home from work. When she entered her bedroom she spotted her father, walking naked to the bathroom and in all his glory. Even soft his cock was three times the size of her boyfriends when he was hard, easily.